Joel Plaskett - Hard times

Let us ^Dpause in life’s pleasures and ^Gcount its ^Amany ^Dtears ^GWhile we ^Dall share the sorrow ^Awith the ^Dpoor There’s a ^Dsong that will linger for^Gever ^Ain our ^Dears ^GOh, ^Dhard times come a^Again no ^Dmore

It’s the ^Dsong, the sigh^C# of^D the ^Gwea^Dry ^DHard ^Atimes, ^Dhard ^Gtimes, ^Bmcome again no ^Amore Many ^Ddays ^D/C#you have^D/B linge^D/Ared ar^Gound my ^Acabin ^Ddoor ^GOh, ^Dhard times come a^Again no ^Dmore

While we ^Dseek mirth and beauty and ^Gmusic ^Alight and ^Dgay ^GThere are ^Dfrail forms fainting ^Aat the ^Ddoor Though their ^Dvoices are silent, their ^Gpleading ^Alooks will ^Dsay ^GOh, ^Dhard times come a^Again no ^Dmore

It’s the ^Dsong, the sigh^C# of^D the ^Gwea^Dry ^DHard ^Atimes, ^Dhard ^Gtimes, ^Bmcome again no ^Amore Many ^Ddays ^D/C#you have^D/B linge^D/Ared ar^Gound my ^Acabin ^Ddoor ^GOh, ^Dhard times come a^Again no ^Dmore

It’s the ^Dsigh that is wafted a^Gcross the ^Atroubled ^Dwave ^GIt’s the ^Dwail that is heard up^Aon the ^Dshore It’s the ^Ddirge that is murmured a^Ground the ^Alowly ^Dgrave ^GOh ^Dhard times, come a^Again no ^Dmore

It’s the ^Dsong, the sigh^C# of^D the ^Gwea^Dry ^DHard ^Atimes, ^Dhard ^Gtimes, ^Bmcome again no ^Amore Many ^Ddays ^D/C#you have^D/B linge^D/Ared ar^Gound my ^Acabin ^Ddoor ^GOh, ^Dhard times come a^Again no ^Dmore

It’s the ^Dsong, the sigh^C# of^D the ^Gwea^Dry ^DHard ^Atimes, ^Dhard ^Gtimes, ^Bmcome again no ^Dmore Many ^Ddays ^D/C#you have^D/B linge^D/Ared ar^Gound my ^Acabin ^Ddoor ^GOh, ^Dhard times come a^Again no ^Dmore ^GOh, ^Dhard times come a^Again no ^Dmore ^GOh, ^Dhard times come a^Again no ^Dmore